So today as I was folding mounds of clothes on my bed, something dawned on me. We really don't know how much our moms love us until we have our own kids. Of course I loved my mom growing up, but I didn't understand HER love. I didn't know the depths of such an unselfish love. I was a kid. But the amount of love I have for my kids is immeasurable (I have been using this word a lot because on t.v. and in conversations I keep hearing people say "inmeasurable" and grammatical errors drive me crazy, although I am not immune from them myself, admits the former English teacher, anyway, back to the topic...). The way that a mom loves her babies is incredible. Some days I have a hard time with it honestly. It's a love that can invoke tears, anger, fear, joy, etc.
Then it got me thinking. I have NO idea how much Jesus loves me. I don't get it. I am obsessively in love with my kids, but the amount of love God must have for me , the ultimate Creator and the ultimate Sacrificer...it's impossible to comprehend. I just couldn't get my head around it today.
I think as moms (and maybe everyone does this) we put ourselves down a lot. There's always more to do or it's never enough. But when I started thinking about how much God must love me none of that seemed to really matter.
The ironic thing is how much more I got done thinking about this. Maybe it was God's way of blessing me for keeping my thoughts totally focused on him.
Anyway, I am so totally in love with my babies. And I am so glad that God gave them to me so that I could try to grasp His love for me a little better.